tw . descriptions of g0re , bl00d and d3ath. read with caution! | | | V ______________________________________________ Lu · Po · Pho · Bi · A the extreme, irrational, and persistent fear of wolves. Poppyparadox was trotting through the snow happily. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. He froze the instant an acrid smell hit his nose. no. no no no. the smell was unmistakingly feral and most definitely a danger to him. this was all confirmed when a large gray wolf appeared, yellow eyes wide and a literal caution warning. he stiffened, a wave of dread washing over him as the old wolf moved towards him until it was looming over him. he closed his eyes because he couldn't move. he was frozen in fear and it would be the death of him. para just hoped it wouldn't hurt. but it did. the jaws closed around his throat and he didn't even fight it. he could've, but it all would've ended up in the same result. him, dead. and the wolf, victorious. he felt something warm and sticky running down his legs and when he opened his eyes to look down, thick, crimson blood was seeping down from a deep gash in his throat, there was other claw marks and bite marks along his body but this was the one that would take him. the edges of his vision blurred and eventually his entire plane of sight vanished into a darkness that would swallow him whole. he thought of Indigoflight and Frostedshard. they would be proud of him, right? he thought of Irisdynasty and Bluebellcloud. they wouldn't forget him? he thought of Cometpaw, or whatever faer suffix was now, and Dragonflypaw. he didn't know them well but he was sure they would be and were the best of all warriors. he thought of Saltstone. oh, even the name brought butterflies to his stomach as he was dy!ng. he hoped he would be ok. find another cat to love him and love another. he loved them all. goodbye. he was gone.
ty to everyone who rped w/ pip! or made art of para :D poppies go to Saltstone. orange flower goes to Dragonflypaw. white flower goes back to Bluebellcloud. clovers go to Irisdynasty. i'm crine i had so many plans for this guy. art soon I'm in school.
